Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.